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Fellow pilgrim,
come caress the sunlight.
Into the auburn glow,
crystalline, we'll meet one day.

Will this weight be thrown beside my echoing cries?
Why?

May the gods be wrong about us.
May they weep with kindness
and favour our kindred eyes.

I've never been this much nothing
and so little something.

We wallow in inertia.

Grip your heart, doubtful shepherd.
Be prepared for the reckoning.

Should have done more.
Should have fought.
Should have sung louder.
Should have known.

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